So, I woke up this morning and as I dragged myself to the shower I realized, I am bored.
Bored, bored, bored.
I go to work, I come home, I knit a sleeve. It’s too much. Or not enough.
Partly it’s just that I’ve come to dislike getting all wet in the morning. Maybe I should move my shower to the evening?
And I do like my bus ride in the morning, and the color of the sock I’m currently knitting is enchanting —
You see? This is not enough to sustain life, is it.
I’m trying to view this as a positive thing — I’ve always thought it was a good thing for children to get bored enough to figure out something interesting to do, and I suppose the same should hold true for me.
Anyway — in the course of the day I got a long email from a friend, and another friend invited me to a cheese tasting this evening in the city. Life is not devoid of all charms.
But I’m going to have to think of something — should I reconsider my dream of becoming a geologist? Cultivate an interest in birds? Is it too late to study linguistics? comparative literature? Become a forest ranger or a farmer? Arctic explorer? Writer of guidebooks? High school teacher?
I’ll keep you posted.